For the past week, we've been inundated by plumbing guys. They've made tons of mistakes and have made our lives MISERABLE. Don't they understand that cats need air conditioning since we wear fur coats 24/7? They caused the dishwasher to overflow which messed up the tile and the wooden cabinets (even the one where OUR cans and snacks are kept), so now they have dehumidifiers running. The house smells like the litterbox after Cocoa Puff and Fudge have consumed too much water. Mom says that it smells like the Everglades ... Like she'd ever go somewhere where snakes and crocodiles live. She won't even go into the reptile house at the San Diego Zoo.
Speaking of Mom ... She looks really tired. Her job keeps her away for eleven hours at a time even though she only gets paid for seven and a half. She really needs to get some rest. Last night she almost forgot to give us our can. She made up for it by choosing shrimp paté. I'm hoping for that or rainbow trout tonight.
So far, there haven't been any visitors to my blog and I'm getting a little discouraged. I guess that no one is interested, so I guess that I'll just write for me. Until tomorrow ... Daisy